All Chapters of Yours, Forever: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

In a quiet room, the breeze gently flowed, swaying the white curtain behind the open window. Sitting by the window with her chin on the windowsill was Vivianne, staring out at the cherry blossom tree in the hospital yard. Patients were out, accompanied by either a caregiver or a nurse, taking a stroll around the hospital.She had been asked by a nurse earlier if she wanted to go out for a stroll, but frankly, she wasn't interested in stepping out of this room. Her eyes looked empty, her face sagged like she had gone through a year's stress in the past week.The man who introduced himself to her as Russell had just left to attend to a call. He was right outside the door, his eyes watching the ward door. The bags under his eyes looked heavier each day, his face worn out from the stress and the fact that she didn't know who he was.A week had passed since the surgery and Vivianne was showing no signs of recovering her memories. He tugged at his tie before walking back into the ward."Do

"You don't mean that," Russell said, his voice cracking at the end.The veins on his forehead, arm, and even his neck popped, straining against his skin as he spoke, anger fueling his body like blood."Then watch me." She hissed. Grabbing Michael, she pulled him to his feet and dragged him away from them. Russell stood, glued to the ground, staring at where she had just exited.How did things turn out this way? He knew whose fault this was. Turning his head to the right, he glared harshly at Timothy."This is your fault.""Mr. Richardson, please calm down.""Don't tell me to calm down! Not when the one person I love the most in the world has no idea who the fuck I am, is being manipulated by that sick fuck, wants nothing to do with me, and somehow, mysteriously, I'm the only fucking person she doesn't remember. Explain how the fuck her brain has been selective of who she wants to keep memories of! And tell me why her brain didn't decide to protect our memories together!"He was grabb

Lying down on my bed, a lot of thoughts swam in my head. If Michael was truly the person I was in love with, why was everyone wishing my memories would come back? Sitting in a chair not far from me was Michael, nodding as he dozed off, deep in his sleep. Staring at him, a feeling stirred inside me. I didn't feel anything for this man. My heart wasn't flipping in my chest like it did when Russell took care of me. When he cut the apple into cute little bunny shapes. When he made sure I slept well, took enough rest, and ate well. Michael, on the other hand, sat on the chair, falling asleep with no care in the world if I had been able to get some sleep. Just then, a knock came at the door making Michael jump, jolting him awake. He swiped at his mouth, wiping off the drool that had slipped out of his mouth while he slept. Shaking my head in disgust, I looked at the door and invited whoever was at the door in."I have a delivery package for you." The nurse said, walking into the room. In

"Did you just call me stupid?""Have you ever heard this saying, Act according to how you want to be addressed?""Yes?"Russell bowed his head, chuckling, before he said, "You acted stupid, so I called you that. And you, again, just proved your stupidity.""You-""Dress the way you want to be addressed." Russell cut in. Michael's mouth moved, but words didn't escape his throat. He had no words to say in particular, his eyes darted between the couple in front of him. Vivianne's face was squeezed tight, blood rushing to her face as she tried desperately not laugh out loud. Slapping her hand to her mouth, she saved the laughter just in time.Michael's face turned red in anger and embarrassment. Russell turned towards Vivianne."Where will you stay tonight?" She shrugged before saying,"No idea.""You could go to your old apartment, or come home."The word, home, made her heart skip a beat, and agreeing was on the tip of her tongue. She really wanted to agree to go "home" with him, wher

VIVIANNE"What's that?" Michael's voice startled me, making me jump. I looked up from the paper bag containing food in my hand, raising a brow."What does it look like?"He sighed almost immediately, pinching the middle of his eyebrows."Give it here."My brows shot higher, if that was possible, and they reached my hairline. I was confused, or had I heard him wrong?"What?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper."I said, give the damn thing here." His voice was stern, unlike the tired tone he had used when he first asked me to give it to him. Still, I was confused."Why should I do that?" I asked, firming my voice."Because I fucking said so. Now, hand it over.""No," I said with a chuckle."Don't make me force it away from you.""Like hell will you. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked, my face scrunched up in disgust. I turned around, placing the bag of food on the table gently, and before I could turn back, I felt a presence looming darkly around me, with his back pressed